[Honestly, Mikael hadn't slept well at all. Weird feelings and vague images haunted his sleep, but it wasn't as bad as the usual nightmare-- just a far more common restlessness that persisted through the night. Now, after he'd finally managed to catch a few hours of sleep, he was shifting to get up and decide if that had been enough.
Blinking tired eyes (they look tired enough without the lack of sleep, honestly), he waits for his vision to clear on the figure rustling beside him. It could be an enemy, or more likely Ares or Gohu screwing around somehow in here, but instead, he finds Baroona.
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Blinking tired eyes (they look tired enough without the lack of sleep, honestly), he waits for his vision to clear on the figure rustling beside him. It could be an enemy, or more likely Ares or Gohu screwing around somehow in here, but instead, he finds Baroona.
No, not just Baroona.]
Those are my clothes.